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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
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Even though it was several degrees warmer when they left the mountains and headed back towards the south of the country, Inuyasha’s pack was still in danger of starving to death. Food was hard to come by because animals were hibernating, and crops had been picked.
Just today the humans in the pack had attempted to fill their nutritional needs on a weak soup mix harvested from snow, tree bark, and rabbit.
For Sesshomaru, who had never gone hungry a day in his life - partially because of wealth, and partially because his body was more efficient - the whole thing was appalling. But beyond appalling it was ticking his protective instincts into overdrive.
When he kissed Rin in the early morning sunlight, he noticed the sunken shape of her face and the feeling of her boney ribs under his fingers. When they stopped to eat he noticed that Inuyasha and Miroku refused food and piled whatever meager servings they had onto the women.
He could hear their innards crying for food.
Kagome started verbally fantasizing about things called cookies, and chocolate.
And it wasn’t that they weren’t eating at all.
They just weren’t eating the right things.
They needed more than meat. They needed rice, and roots, plums, and pickles. Sesshomaru was pretty sure that a human could starve to death even if they had a full plate of boar every day, and they weren’t even getting that because game was limited.
And that was why he was lowering himself to this.
He really hated human villages, and he could tell a few things about this one even though they hadn’t quite entered the village yet.
The first thing he could tell was that this village, like every other tiny farming village dotting the countryside, used whatever they could as kindling. That included feces.
Sesshomaru wrinkled his nose against the smell.
“Hey, Inuyasha?” Kagome mumbled from where she was perched on his back. She looked exhausted and was leaning into Inuyasha’s spine like a sack of unusable materials. “Isn’t this the village of the monkey sprites?”
Oh yes, that was the other putrescence that Sesshomaru could smell. Monkeys were horribly rank, and the whole area was inundated with their scent.
“Yep.” Inuyasha responded sounding a little less than amused. “And those little brats better not try to trick me again.”
Sesshomaru was about to ask what his brother was speaking of when the sudden shouts of human idiots caught his ears. For a moment his spirits lowered, because he knew this group well. If they were chased out of a village they didn’t try to stay and get what they needed first, and right now that might be deadly.
As he suspected humans were rushing towards them, but not with weapons and gardening tools.
“Dog God!” They screamed out in fanatical unison.
“Oh goodness, not this again,” Miroku whispered behind them, and then the little human wave of worshipers all fell to their knees in front of the group.
“The Dog God has returned!”
For a moment Sesshomaru just stood there stunned and watching as these dirty little humans prostrated themselves in front of Inuyasha and calling him a god. Judging by the look on Inuyasha’s face his little brother had previous dealings with these humans.
“Yeah yeah…” He huffed. “You guys got a few rooms we can use?”
“Of course honored Dog God! But…” The villagers said.
“But?” Inuyasha asked a little menacing.
“But our Monkey God is sick, and told us not to let any demons near.” The villagers said and pointed their stupid grimy fingers at Sesshomaru, then at Kouga’s companions.
“They aren’t going to hurt the old ape.” Inuyasha retorted with a look of puzzlement on his face. “And why do you call me a Dog God but not him?” Inuyasha asked and motioned towards Sesshomaru.
“But honored Dog God, he can’t be a Dog God like you. You have a dog’s ears. He looks like a mere demon.” The villagers spoke in mass stupidity. It was so stupid that the words dropped like little lead weights in the space of his ears, and Sesshomaru gaped.
There were little eruptions of laughter all around them. The wolf demon tribe, all three of them thought it was terribly hilarious.
Rin was giggling a little.
But Sesshomaru was not amused at all, and from the look on his brother’s face he could tell that Inuyasha was internally going over any merits to culling the population of this kind of dumbness. Surely the descendants of humanity would approve of being sparred such idiocy in their collective bloodline.
“Well, Sesshomaru-sama, that’s got to be the only time in your life someone is going to think Inuyasha is a higher being than you because of looks.” Miroku joked lightly.
Sesshomaru growled.
Inuyasha a Dog God? While Sesshomaru was just another demon? The insult was so dumb it probably didn’t even require a response. But Sesshomaru’s pride was punctured, and he felt like he needed to prove himself at least to his brother who had adopted a gloating smile at the monk’s words.
He felt his youki expand, stretch, mold his body and bones. Sesshomaru transformed with the intent of wiping that damn grin off of Inuyasha’s face. He was suddenly warmer, and when he peered down to Inuyasha he was glad that his brother was once again frowning.
“Show off.” Inuyasha mumbled, and then Inuyasha watched him turn back to the villagers who looked as if they had seen some kind of miracle. “Alright you know he’s a damn Dog God now too. That’s my brother and you had better watch what you say around him.”
Sesshomaru was only half paying attention when the villagers amended themselves by bowing to him, and telling Inuyasha that of course they had a few rooms for the prestigious travelers.
He was only half paying attention when the group started walking towards the village.
Sesshomaru didn’t spend much time in his greater form for a few reasons; one of those reasons was that every sense and sensation was stronger, and the other was that it was harder to concentrate on things. He truly did lose some capacity to think when he took his bestial form, and generally only did it when it was necessary to draw upon that power; or when he was goading Inuyasha, but that wasn’t always the smartest idea.
And right now he could smell further, clearer, precisely. He could smell something familiar and old coming their way. He turned towards the west trying to see what was far from them. The smell of sulfur, age, and steal filled his nose and he tracked on scent alone. Sesshomaru went to say his brother’s name only to bark.
“What?” Inuyasha responded and walked up to him, his whole body height only coming up to the top of Sesshomaru’s massive paw. Sesshomaru growled and looked in the distance to the scent that was still far away but coming closer. Leaning up against his paw Inuyasha yawned then sniffed the air. “I don’t smell anything. Come on, let’s go inside.”
Sesshomaru paused and then shifted back pulling the pieces of himself back into a more familiar form.
“Totosai is coming.” He spoke as soon as his body allowed him to. Inuyasha shrugged.
“So? The old geezer isn’t here yet. Let’s go inside and eat.” Inuyasha said, and the audible churning of his stomach made Sesshomaru realize that giving up food for the girls was getting to him.
Twisting his lips into a scowl Sesshomaru fought with the need to see Inuyasha fed.
There was no reason why Totosai would be coming to visit them now. None whatsoever, and Sesshomaru was sure that the only thing that could mean was that Myoga had gone off and told the old sword smith about the bond between the brothers. Sesshomaru preferred to deal with Totosai privately, and was sure Inuyasha would wish that as well.
But his brother was not as resilient as a full blooded demon. Sesshomaru knew he needed rest. He needed food just as direly as his friends did.
“I will wait for them.” Sesshomaru said and looked off into the distance. He would wait and hopefully deter any stupid protests about their mating.
“Whatever.” Inuyasha remarked and followed his friends and the daft villagers to the small houses nestled in the center of frosty fields.

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After a much welcome dinner of pickled vegetables, rice, and strong tea, the intolerable cold of the wintertime nights descended on the village.
Sesshomaru still declined to come into the village, stubbornly standing guard right on the outskirts of the village.
Inuyasha slid the door to the outside world open slightly checking for the millionth time to make sure that Sesshomaru was still standing there, looking at the sky as if he was a statue for pigeons to poo on. He scowled at the stillness.
And then Inuyasha yawned.
“Whatever.” He mumbled and then closed the door. He tried to suppress a second yawn from escaping his mouth, but only managed to screw up his face into a snarl with the effort.
A minute later, he was opening the door again.
“Inuyasha, can you please be a little more respectful.” Miroku asked in a bleary voice. Inuyasha looked over to his friend who had sat up from a bedroll that looked warm, and much more comfortable than their usual sleeping arrangements. “We are trying to sleep, and you keep opening the door, and growling.”
Inuyasha paused and thought back to his actions finding that Miroku was completely correct.
Instead of apologizing, Inuyasha stood up and opened the door again. But this time he slipped out into the cool night. Leaving his friends to collect precious moments of sleep and comfort that they needed so badly, he trudged across the slowly freezing field to his brother.
“Hey! Sesshomaru! What are you doing out here?”
“Don’t ask dumb questions.” Sesshomaru replied with a twinge of curt annoyance in his voice. Inuyasha rolled his eyes.
“Fine, what I meant was why are you wasting your time standing out here instead of relaxing? Totosai isn’t going to come any closer if you don’t stop guarding like you’re going to chop his ugly face off if you see it.” Inuyasha growled low. He could smell the dumb old sword smith in the air since right before everyone ate, but the old man didn’t have the guts to get any closer with Sesshomaru practically radiating with a message to stay away.
And Inuyasha was getting sick of the damn waiting game. Totosai would probably just keep trailing them at an annoying just-within-his-senses distance, and Sesshomaru wouldn’t back down unless Inuyasha stepped in.
“And who said I wanted him to approach us?” Sesshomaru remarked. Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes at his brother.
“Are you afraid that he is going to act like Myoga did about us? Or are you just ashamed to be with me?” Inuyasha watched as his brother turned to him with a surprised look on his face. But really, Inuyasha didn’t think he should be so fucking surprised. If they were going to have a problem every single time they had to reveal their status as a mated couple to someone, they needed to talk.
“Those questions are so foolish I can’t even formulate a proper response.” Sesshomaru finally said. “My reasons for not wanting to deal with the unending whining of the old man are simply because it is annoying, little brother.” Then as a response that was unexpected, and welcome, Sesshomaru stepped in towards Inuyasha and pressed their lips together.
Inuyasha breathed in the scent of his brother and felt the warmth of his breath. Their lips parted briefly.
“He is going to whine.” Inuyasha agreed with a whisper, but noted that the cold air was startlingly warmer near his brother. He bet it was warmer under the heavy silk against his skin.
“I fear no reprimands, Inuyasha. I am not a bitch. Our bedtime preferences do not dictate who we are.” Sesshomaru said and kissed Inuyasha again. Inuyasha believed him too.
“Good because if you handed all your political shit over to me just because of that the world would fall apart.” Inuyasha jested as they parted slightly.
“No it wouldn’t.” Sesshomaru whispered with a smirk, and his words were lost in the darkness of night, because the stench of molten iron arrived.
Inuyasha stepped away from Sesshomaru and cast his eyes to the frail looking old man who finally decided to show his face. Affection, no matter how minimal, negated Sesshomaru’s all imposing message to stay away.
“Do you have something to say?” Inuyasha demanded.
“Nope,” Totosai replied, and it didn’t seem like he was just saying that out of a cowardly show.
“Good. Now what are you here for?”
“I thought it would be here already, but you are taking longer than you should.” Totosai said his bulbous eyes focused on Sesshomaru in the darkness of night. Inuyasha sighed with annoyance. Why couldn’t the damn sword smith just say things straight? Was it a requirement of old age to speak in riddles?
“What would be here?” Sesshomaru asked dryly indicating his annoyance too. Totosai laughed a little nervously. But instead of answering the old man scratched at the flaky skin on his head and boldly walked up to Sesshomaru inspecting him as if he was a tot.
“Your youki has finally balanced. I thought it would have appeared now.” Totosai mused tugging on Sesshomaru’s hair, poking the side of his armor, and then lifting the empty sleeve where his arm was missing.
Sesshomaru was frowning deeply under the scrutiny, and then let out a warning growl as his hand swiftly came up and clamped down on the side of his neck. Inuyasha sighed at the stupidity of old men when Sesshomaru pulled away the little parasite that apparently couldn’t resist the lure of tasty inuyoukai blood.
“You will speak to me without riddles.” Sesshomaru growled, “Why are you here?”
“Your sword, Sesshomaru. It’s been calling to me, saying it’s ready to meet you.” Totosai spoke plainly. For a moment Inuyasha’s heart raced, and he swore he felt Tetsusaiga pulse in joy. But the feeling was fleeting, and he didn’t really know what it meant. “I thought it would be here already, but you are still incomplete.”
“What?” Inuyasha muttered confused by the smith’s words.
“Well, Sesshomaru. Why are you waiting to call back the rest of your youki?” Totosai asked and pointed to Sesshomaru’s missing arm.
“If it were so simple do you not think I would have called back that part of myself long ago?” Sesshomaru asked in a sour voice. Inuyasha was also feeling a little disenchanted by the sword smith’s words. They seemed too… magical… even for their world. But on the other hand he had seen other demons reattach severed limbs with what it seemed the force of their thoughts before. Inuyasha always assumed that Sesshomaru didn’t do so because of the vast distances usually placed between himself and that part of him. Obviously different realms were an obstacle.
“No, I don’t think you would have tried, Sesshomaru. You would have let your pride get in the way.” Totosai embarked with a sage nod of his head,
Inuyasha peeked back at his brother who stood silently in the face of the accusation. It was hard to read him in those moments. Even with their strengthening bond, Inuyasha couldn’t tell if Totosai had just signed his death warrant for accusing Sesshomaru of letting his pride get in the way of progress.
“Well, come on pup!” Totosai said gesturing to Sesshomaru with both feeble arms. “You know I am right, might as well try to call your arm back now.”
Inuyasha felt his brother’s hesitance, and then the slight swell of his youki pulse through the cold air. He shivered in the night time field.
“It would be unwise to do so at this time.” Sesshomaru finally said. Clarity could be heard in his voice. He spoke as if he had thought for many long nights about the prospect and found that the risks outweighed the benefits, even though the idea had only been proposed moments before. “Naraku has possession of my arm, and it is currently attached to his person. I believe summoning that part of myself here will also summon him. And our companions are not in any state to fight.”
Totosai pursed his dry old lips together in the darkness and focused his big eyes on Sesshomaru with scrutiny.
“That is an excellent observation, Sesshomaru-sama.” Myoga stuttered as if his voice had finally come back from the fright of having actually been plucked off of Sesshomaru’s skin – and of course not having died from the pursuit of blood.
“And a very mature decision,” Totosai remarked with a nod, “Bakusaiga will be very pleased to serve you.”
“Bakusaiga?” Inuyasha intoned, but was cut off by the feeling of Sesshomaru’s hand gripping his.
“Inuyasha, you should go rest. If my suspicions are correct we will be able to coordinate the best time and place to deal with Naraku.”
Inuyasha twined his fingers with Sesshomaru and noticed the disgusted look on Myoga’s face, and the blank indifference of Totosai’s. Even if they didn’t like the mating, neither of them had any right to challenge it. Neither of them had any way to break the servitude to the inuyoukai blood. Inuyasha ignored the old men in favor of turning to his brother.
“Alright, come back to the village with me. We can talk with everyone tomorrow.” Inuyasha coaxed. Sesshomaru nodded slightly and then turned with him.
“If it’s all the same to you two, we will be coming along.” Totosai called out when they had taken just one step. Inuyasha growled a little under his breath as the old sword smith scuttled up to his side and then kept rushing forward as if reaching the little line of human houses would negate any commands to go the hell away.
Sesshomaru just sighed beside him, and pulled Inuyasha back into walking.
“You need to rest, Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru whispered.
“You sound disappointed.” Inuyasha whispered back only to receive a wry look from his brother. His blood rushed in that second, pinned by Sesshomaru’s amber gaze. And he knew what tonight would have entailed if the old as shit demons hadn’t shown up. “Damn it, Sesshomaru. Now I don’t want to sleep!” Inuyasha hissed.
“Good.” Sesshomaru said, and then Inuyasha was knocked over into the dry dirt of already harvested fields. He coughed as the air was knocked out of his lungs.
But his lungs weren’t empty for long.
The feeling of his brother’s mouth gliding down his jaw, licking hot trails onto the scape of his sensitive neck made the air whoosh back into his lungs. His body felt like a fire against the frosty heaps of churned up soil, and he tossed his head only getting fine dirt in his hair.
“Sesshomaru,” He moaned into the night, and found himself devoured.

Hello all!
Please don't get too upset with the really really long wait! Life kinda got in the way of writing and then posting. For real!
After a few really tough months; moving, medicine, unexpected computer/internet issues... I experienced the most awesome moment of my life. I became a mommy! I'm so grateful and happy in love <3
So a fair warning: newborn care is CRAZY TIME CONSUMING and although I have become an expert at eating one handed, I am perpetually sleep deprived and typing one handed is nearly impossible. My updates will be a little far apart, and I am continuing with my fics. Please be patient and understanding.
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